The HouseKeeper

You Know You Want It

August

I was sitting out back wit my niggas Twan and Marcus. We were smoking on that good shit and of course sippin' on that Peach Ciroc. We were talkin' bout bitches, money and sex from some of these ho's outchea.' I couldn't help but think about Desire and her sexy ass. I wanted that pussy and I was gon' get it, but I knew I was gon' have to put in a lil work. Whoeva' that nigga she fuckin' ain't hittin' dat' shit right.

"Aye yo Aug where ya head at nigga?" Twan asked.

"Bruh since we talkin' bout bad bitches, I gotta tell ya bout the one that I found sleeping in my bed last week." I ran my hands across my curls.

"The fuck nigga you had a chick in ya bed. Did you know her?" Marc asked

"Nah man. I didn't, but she bad as hell tho. I wanna fuck her cause her man aint' handlin' business."

"Damn Aug! So whatcha' gon' do?" Twan asked pulling from the blunt he was holding.

"You already kno' I don't won't no committment type shit, so I'm gon' lay the shit out on the table and let her kno' I'm tryna fuck, but she one of them bougie ass females tho."

"Shit she might be a freak. Ya neva' know bruh." Twan said wit a silly ass smirk on his face.

"Aye Twan right bout dat' shit." Marc said.

I just tuned them out as I pulled from my blunt letting the high take over my body. I didn't mention that she was my housekeeper. I knew if I did these niggas would come ova' hea' every Friday. I was gon' roll anotha' blunt cause I was just about done with the one I was smoking but I needed some more rollin' paper.

I got up and headed upstairs to my room to get some. I was about to walk out when I heard a phone ring. I knew it wasn't mine cause mines was outside on the table. I looked on my dresser and it was Desire's phone. I picked it up and a name flashed across the screen.

Chandler huh? I wonder if that's her nigga. If he calls back I will be answerin'.

I made my way back outside and Twan and Marc was looking at me like I was crazy cause I had another phone in my hand.

"Nigga how many phones you got?" Marc asked.

"This ain't mines this is Desire's. She must have left it when she was here earlier."

"Well why the hell you guardin' that shit like a prison guard?" Twan asked

"I'm just waitin' for a phone call." I smirked and rolled up another blunt.

Desire

I had just finished working out about an hour ago and I was now dressing so I could do some shopping. I put on my denim, destroyed, low rise jeans. I had on a black Jordan Air crop top with my all black 10's with the gray across the front. My hair was now in a high ponytail, but it was still wavy. I added my silver hoops and mac gloss. I grabbed my Gucci shades and bag making my way to my red Camaro. I was so focused on me going where I was trying to go that I didn't realize Chandler was making his way to me.

"Where the hell have you been Desire?"

I looked up and Chandler was standing there mugging me like I had offended him or something. I hit the unlock button placing my bag across the seat. I raised up and looked at him with folded arms. I don't know if he lost his mind coming at me like that, but I will help him find it.

"Hello Chandler. How are you?" I said sarcastically.

"Desire I have been calling you all day and guess what happened?"

"What happened?" I asked boredly.

"That August Alsina nigga answered your damn phone! Now why in the hell is that?"